To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,
To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,
In the peoples being gathered together, And the kingdoms -- to serve Jehovah.
He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations [are] Thine years.
Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands [are] the heavens.
They -- They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.
And Thou [art] the same, and Thine years are not finished.
The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established!